Uwaritace
07-20-2018, 09:39 PM
the Rift
Thud! A furious chirping noise blares suddenly from the pit of that victimized ebon tree. Thud! Ash limbs rattle and bits of ice crystal and hard pellets of snow are thrown erratically, cast to fall around the base of it. Thud! The last blow has instant consequence – a furious cloud of gem drones lift from their winterized nest. Their small, triangular (gem coated) wings buzz with a low, audible hum – their tiny, needle-like teeth click, chattering furiously.
The Riftan king turns his massive, plated head toward the familiar, tantalizing noise. His stern, unyielding mind can’t possibly puzzle your trap – he sees only the nourishment of his continuously luck. A loud, demanding chuff ascends his lips, billowing upward. The females, his harem, take immediate cue – they break formation and stampede boldly toward the buzzing, aggravated noise – their eyes and bellies are tunneled, fixed helplessly on a singular promise. Food. Meanwhile, their King lags behind – sharp eyes rotating between the marbled, alien specter and his beloved charges.
The Riftan king turns his massive, plated head toward the familiar, tantalizing noise. His stern, unyielding mind can’t possibly puzzle your trap – he sees only the nourishment of his continuously luck. A loud, demanding chuff ascends his lips, billowing upward. The females, his harem, take immediate cue – they break formation and stampede boldly toward the buzzing, aggravated noise – their eyes and bellies are tunneled, fixed helplessly on a singular promise. Food. Meanwhile, their King lags behind – sharp eyes rotating between the marbled, alien specter and his beloved charges.
